Zhang Dameng earned several thousand yuan a day and was panicked in his hand, but Yang Yu was worried about not enough money.

I brought nearly 120,000 yuan to the provincial capital, rented a factory, bought a sewing machine and spent 90,000 yuan. The maintenance and improvement of the processing factory and the addition of daily necessities in dormitory, costing about 2,000 yuan.

Now Yang Yu has only more than 20,000 yuan in cash left. As long as the factory opens, he will have to pay the goods in the early stage and pay the workers a salary. Only 20,000 yuan is simply not enough.

"Boss Yang, someone is looking for you outside, saying that he is from Xinhua Publishing House."

Now the factory has all the staff dormitories and bedding, so Yang Yu did not go out to work in a hotel and lived in the factory.

"Mr. Yang, I am Zhao Xiaolin, the publishing specialist of Xinhua Publishing House. I came here this time to tell you: After discussion, our publishing house decided to help you print leaflets, but the cost is your own responsibility, and the content on the leaflets needs to be formulated by you, and I will take it back to design and typeface."

Yang Yu had just walked to the factory gate. Zhao Xiaolin, wearing a floral shirt and a navy blue skirt, trotted forward two steps. She had seen Yang Yu when he came to Xinhua Publishing House yesterday, so she recognized Yang Yu at first glance.

Zhao Xiaolin looks like she is not old last year, and she is only twenty-three or four years old. She looks pretty. I don’t know if she eats coarse grains or what’s the reason she has done in the past few years. She starts from a rough start, but she can’t control it with one hand anyway…

“How much does it cost to print 10,000 leaflets?”

With a dry cough, Yang Yu turned his gaze up with difficulty and looked at Zhao Xiaolin and asked.

"It depends on what paper you use. Different papers, different sizes, and single and double-sided prices are also different."

In the 1980s, there was relatively scarce material, few paper types, and slightly yellowed color, and the quality was not as good as in 2017.

"20 by 30 size straw paper, only printed on one side."

Grass paper is the kind of paper that prints news and newspapers. It is relatively cheaper than paper that prints books. Yang Yu thought about printing a flyer, so there is no need to use such good paper.

"The unit price of 1 cent is calculated as 10,000 yuan, which is exactly 100 yuan."

When writing and drawing on the notebook, Zhao Xiaolin finally reported a number.

"Well, it's only one hundred yuan, so I'll print 100,000 copies."

Yang Yu thought for a moment and nodded. It was not a bad thing to have more leaflets and wider publicity, and this investment would definitely pay off.

"Okay, it's a total of one thousand dollars."

When Zhao Xiaolin heard Yang Yu report a 100,000 yuan in number, he was secretly surprised. The Xinhua News Agency prints only 50,000 newspapers every day. This Shanda Clothing Processing Factory has to print 100,000 leaflets at one time. I don’t know that it will be distributed until the year of the Monkey and Horse Month to complete it.

Moreover, Yang Yu looks not old last year, but he has such courage and dares to spend a thousand yuan to print leaflets. So how rich should he be?

"Wait me a moment."

After saying that, Yang Yu turned around and returned to the room he lived in and took out a stack of brand new ten-yuan bills from his wallet.

"This is a thousand dollars, you just need it."

Zhao Xiaolin took the 1,000 yuan handed over by Yang Yu in shock, looked down at the stack of banknotes in his hand, and then looked up at Yang Yu with a calm face. It made Zhao Xiaolin feel like he was dreaming and not real at all.

Ignoring Zhao Xiaolin, who was suddenly dreaming, Yang Yu took the notebook directly from her hand, lowered his head to write and draw, sometimes lowered his head to ponder, sometimes suddenly realized, and did not notice the look of Zhao Xiaolin looking at him.

Sure enough, when a man is focused, he is the most handsome, and that girl is not in love with her youth? Although Yang Yu is not old, he has the steady temperament of an adult man. Especially when Yang Yu lowers his head to write and draws, a few strands of hair fall from his forehead, sunshine and fresh...

"Ms. Zhao? Miss Zhao?"

"Ah...ah...ahhhh, sorry, I'm distracted."

Putting the notebook back into Zhao Xiaolin's hand, Yang Yu saw that she was staring at her dazed, so he whispered a little reminder. Zhao Xiaolin had to cough a few times to demonstrate embarrassment. After opening the notebook, he became even more surprised.

Title: Shanda Clothing Manufacturing Factory is recruiting workers!

Recruitment: 500 to 1,000 skilled garment makers, including food and accommodation, guaranteed for ten yuan, more work and more gain, no upper limit.

Recruitment: Two accountants, including food and accommodation, monthly salary of fifty, overtime is calculated separately.

Recruitment: Two cashiers, including food and accommodation, monthly salary of 45, overtime is calculated separately.

Recruitment: Three chefs, monthly salary of 45, five assistants, monthly salary of 40 (for food and accommodation)

Recruitment: Three plagiarists and five deliverymen, those who know how to drive cars are preferred. (Inclusive of food and accommodation)

Note: Our factory has legal procedures and promises not to owe any wages. The quota is limited and will be stopped as soon as the recruitment is full.

Almost every high school student in the 1980s could write good handwriting. With Yang Yu's previous life in insurance and ten years of writing experience, his handwriting made him more vigorous and powerful, like a stylus pen and silver hook, with great visual impact. It is worth mentioning that Yang Yu also drew some simple and beautiful lines around this text. Zhao Xiaolin could imagine that if it was such a layout, people would not like it when they were sent out, but they would never be disgusted.

What surprised Zhao Xiaolin was not just Yang Yu’s word, but also the conditions for recruiting employees, especially the first article “10 yuan guaranteed, more work, more income.”

What does this mean? It means that Yang Yu's factory will adopt a piece-based system instead of a simple monthly salary system, which will undoubtedly be higher. However, the enthusiasm of workers will definitely be fully mobilized. No one is a fool. You can make more money by working more. Who leaves your hometown to work, not to make more money?

"Oh my God! This person is either a genius or a madman!" Zhao Xiaolin murmured in his heart, and his eyes changed when he looked at Yang Yu again. Can ordinary young people of seventeen or eighteen think of so many? It's unimaginable.

"Just follow this template. If there is anything wrong, you can modify it."

Yang Yu shrugged undeniably and stretched out his hand to Zhao Xiaolin.

"What are you doing? He wants to shake hands with me? What should I do... What should I do..."

Seeing Yang Yu's arms stretched over, Zhao Xiaolin felt nervous for no reason. The key is that Yang Yu's aura is too strong, and she couldn't hold on at all, so she had to lower her head and carefully stretch out her arms.

"Give me the invoice first!"

Yang Yu's words almost made Zhao Xiaolin vomit blood. She had been struggling for a long time, but she didn't expect that she just wanted an invoice.

"I don't have an invoice, only a receipt, you can take this first."

With his arm like lightning, Zhao Xiaolin wrote a receipt for Yang Yu at a very fast speed and handed it to Yang Yu. After explaining some things in a few words, he blushed and turned around and left quickly.

Looking at Zhao Xiaolin's back, Yang Yu looked confused. He was fine just now, how long has it been? The woman is indeed a tiger, and it is faster to turn against her than to read a book...
Chapter completed!